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You know what sucks?

Life goes on with or with out you, it just doesn't stop, for anything.

That being said, I feel like I've been living in super speed the last few days, leaving little time for breathing. Between classes, exams, speeches, class registration, lab reports, major declaration forms, and the never ending battle fighting for transfer credit, my actual life has continued on as well. I haven't had a spare moment for much of anything, which honestly just makes everything else seem eight thousand times worse. And to add insult to injury, my body will now be fighting back against the gluten I ate today. For the next three weeks I'll be battling exhaustion, headaches, extreme hunger, and a permanent food baby.

I felt it necessary for my mental health to put off studying for my bio lab exam, go for a run, and update the world on all my problems. (and by the world, I mean my six followers) My immediate roommate has essentially moved out, meaning she no longer responds to verbal communication from the rest of us, and really only cooks here. With only three of us in the apartment, it's hard to imagine that it could get as messy as it does, and I'm in another passive aggressive phase of not taking out the trash, meaning out bathroom AND kitchen trash cans have been overflowing for the last three days.

I think I've exhausted my quota of complaining for one post, meaning, positive thoughts! Two weeks until I'm home in Maine loving life with my bbyys, maybe I'll get my check from this summer soon, AND, workouts at the gym have improved incredibly since I've gotten Care fully addicted to the gym (success) and Sami addicted to Zumba (success). After today's run I made it to the "green" level on my Nike+ system, meaning I've logged over 150 miles. I don't really know what else is special about the green level, except that it is now 463 miles until the next level. Can I run 463 miles in the next year? That's about nine miles a week? Sure, let's make that a goal. ALSO. I've added a new toe accessory, blisters are in style, you know?